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The total number of days between Wednesday, December 9th, 2009 and Thursday, February 7th, 2013 is1,156 days.

This is equal to exactly 3 years, 1 month, and 29 days.

This does not include the end date, so it’s accurate if you’re measuring your age in days, or the total days between the start and end date. But if you want the duration of an event that includes both the starting date and the ending date, then it would actually be1,157 days.

1,156 days is equal to 165 weeks and 1 day.

The total time span from 2009-12-09 to 2013-02-07 is 27,744 hours.

This is equivalent to 1,664,640 minutes.

You can also convert 1,156 days to 99,878,400 seconds.

Today is 2/7/2013 and 12/9/2009 is exactly 1156 days before today

D-Day to today. An eternity. 3 years. Yesterday. A lifetime. A blink of an eye. Life as you know it will never be the same.

And yet –

Life continues. Just ask 2P, AOW, RBM and me. 3 years. I can’t believe it. Our lives have moved into a pattern. The “high” of the affair is gone and has been replaced by “normalcy.” We’ve had colds, the flu, lost jobs, gotten new jobs, fought, dealt with his kids, my kids, transitioned a kid to college, to high school, to middle school, through punishments, over-drafts, tax refunds, weight gain, weight loss, P90x, weight watchers, peri-menopause, menopause, his parents, my parents.

And yet –

There is the endless, acrimonious relationship with his ex W and my ex H. The squabbling over vacation days, after school activities, cheerleading, trumpet lessons, karate, tutors, camp. It never ends. But I guess that’s what life is all about.

Or is it.

Sometimes I miss the affair. The excitement, the passion, the secrecy. Sometimes I wish I were alone. Sometimes I wish I were with someone else. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t responsible for another human being when I find it difficult enough to be responsible for myself, my kids and my dog. Sometimes I wish my life had gone in a different direction. In fact, often lately I’ve been wishing that. Yes, I know that wishing doesn’t make it so, but there are days when I feel that’s all I have. That, and a glass of wine.

Valentine’s day is coming soon. I hate Valentine’s day with the expectations of love, flowers and chocolate. Being with that perfect someone. While xMM/BF and I are together, we still dont’ live together and haven’t been able to do anything about the distance. This year I’m having a biopsy on February 13, so BF is coming to me on the 12th and leaving the morning of the 14th. He wasn’t originally going to be with me those days as he has a conference in Florida. He was supposed to have his kids from the 12th-13th. But then I made the appointment. So he started by telling me that my scheduling of the appointment wasn’t very convenient. Are you kidding me??? Then he said that he would come to me after he took his kids to school (I’m a 3 1/2 hour drive and my appointment is at 8:30am.) I told him not to come. I don’t really want him here. I didn’t ask him to come; I didn’t schedule my appointment for a “mutually convenient time” because I’m only concerned about what fits my schedule for this. But we were going to be able to spend the 14th together. Now he would like to go out to dinner on the 13th. The night perpetually reserved for the OW or OM. (And not to mention that my biopsy is going to last about 2- 2 1/2 hours in the morning and I may not be in a festive mood, plus I have my kid.) So I’m a bit unhappy about this. I know it sounds stupid and petulant but I was the OW for so long that either I celebrate this stupid Hallmark holiday ON THE DAY or I don’t.

BF has a married male friend, married 15 years. He had an affair several years ago and has been on a dating web site for married people to meet and have an affair. This friend’s wife had an affair many years ago. The friend knows but never confronted her. He’s unhappily married and would like to get a divorce after their kids leave the house. The day before Thanksgiving, he found some texts on his wife’s phone from another man, and confronted her. She’s been having an affair. They’re going to get divorced. Until they’re not. Now he’s not sure; now he says, he loves his wife; now he says, those years of sexless living together were stressed induced; now he’s freezing his membership to the online dating site that his wife knows nothing about. Now, I think he’s a fool. Worse, my BF/xMM thinks he’s a fool. REALLY??? Perhaps this is wrong of me, but I don’t think he has a leg to stand on. He thinks the couple should get divorced – they hate each other and have for years, but the wife’s affair seems to be holding them together. Until it doesn’t. But my BF/xMM stayed after HIS affair was discovered, to try and work things out. I can’t help but ruminate from time to time, what would have happened if his wife hadn’t wanted to push for the divorce. I think this couple should get a divorce because they both want it, they are both unhappy and have both found happiness outside of their marriage. Move on already.

Which brings me to my absolute and utter disbelief when I read that another blogger on this site, the first one I read and found comfort, advice, solace, compassion, understanding from, TV Explorer, was getting divorced. His wife couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t get past the affair no matter what. WOW! I was blown away. I didn’t see that coming at all. Or maybe, deep down it’s inevitable. So maybe, even without the now ex W pushing for the divorce, it would have just eventually happened. And maybe BF would be with someone else instead of me. Maybe I wouldn’t have waited. But isn’t that always what a good OW does? She waits – for the hidden text, the secretive email, the hurried phone call, the last minute plans, celebrating holidays on the day before or the day after because the day of is reserved for the wife.

The thing about affairs is that they end. Whether the MM/MW stays with their spouse, leaves their spouse, whether the OW/OM leaves and moves on or whether the affair partners end up together. Statistics show that if a MM/MW is going to leave their spouse, it will happen in the first 6 months. If it doesn’t happen then, it is never going to happen. Or is it? And why would the betrayed spouse, if they ever find out about the affair, want to stay? Why would the cheating spouse want to stay? Why would the affair partner want the MM/MW to become their partner? Don’t they think that “once a cheater always a cheater?” And as I have been asked – how do you expect something good to grow from something that started out wrong.

All good questions. Not a lot of answers. I was physically involved with my MM from 7/2007 until 12/2009 when his wife found out about our affair. I didn’t ask him to leave. But I did buy those books about how to end an affair or at least stay in an affair without going crazy, recognizing that he’s never going to leave. And not really wanting him to leave. My early posts, after D-day waxed poetic about not wanting to be with him, not wanting him to leave is W for me, not wanting to take on all on his issues.

And here I am. Against all odds. With my xMM – now boyfriend. Yup. What are the odds of that? I was perhaps one of the few bloggers who felt a modicum of relief at d-day. But my ego was insufferable. Why didn’t he pick me? Why? Why? Why? Could none of you in cyber land reach through the computer and slap me across the face??? And you call yourselves my friends. Ha!

So – here we are – almost 3 years after d-day. Like any other unremarkable ‘couple.’ We fight, we hang out, we go to the movies, out to dinner, we are invited to weddings and other social occasions together. But we still live in 2 different states. We still aren’t married. We still have separate health insurance policies. We still don’t have a joint mortgage. Will we? I don’t know. Do I want that? I still don’t know. Maybe, like the gambler I am, I’m hedging my bets. Just in case.

Some days the pain of d-day burns me. I still, for whatever messed up reason, can’t let it go. I need to know ever excruciating detail of that time we weren’t together, what he did, where he want, what he said, what his wife said, whether they were having sex, therapy, going out, to dinner, to parties, on trips. When I get a chance to snoop I do it mercilessly – reading old emails – the ones that were “sent”, the chats, the old networking emails to/from anyone during that time we didn’t see each other, weren’t “allowed” to see each other. Also known as “no contact”. The no-contact didn’t last very long, although at the time it felt like forever. D-day was 12/9/2009; we spoke on 1/21/2010, but had emailed/texted a few times in between. Once we spoke on 1/21 it was fairly regular after that. The emails he had with his W, didn’t mention that. The chat’s he had with his W didn’t mention that. He was so “excited” to have dinner with his W; so “happy” she was going with him on the business trip that he had asked me to go on (of course I said no, and she didn’t know); the chats back and forth were so sickeningly sweet, I wanted to throw up reading them. And of course, the fact that they discussed me during those chats, those emails makes my blood boil. And he agreed with her – that I was the one that forced the relationship; that I was the one that begged him to continue seeing me and wouldn’t take “no” for an answer; that I was a gossip with a big mouth and would tell everyone about our “affair;” that I was the one that was needy, selfish, demanding and over the top. Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!? I read some of these emails and chats recently and it has taken all of my self-control not to slap the shit out of him. But then I remember, that was 2 years ago. And he was deciding what to do, how to proceed. Grrrrrrrrrr. And even after he and I had seen each other, after he and his wife decided to get divorced, he was worried about . . . what???? If he was doing the right thing. Damn. To see those emails, makes me nuts. It’s like those stupid law and order tv shows – when the judge tells the jury to disregard what they’ve heard the witness say. Are you kidding me?? Once you hear it, you can’t un-hear it. Once you read it, you can’t unread it. Once you know something, you can’t un-know it.

I hate that I know what I know. And all we ever talked about, blogged about was – I wish I knew. Ignorance is bliss.

Here are the questions and the answer that we all so desperately want after d-day:

What are they talking about it? You! It is always you, even when it’s not you, you’re the “elephant” in the room.

Why did the W or H take them back? They were frozen in time, thinking: how did this happen? How did we get here? Who are you? How am I going to tell my family, his/her family, friends, co-workers? Do I want to tell them? Do I have to take any responsibility for how we got here or can I blame my wayward spouse? How can I afford our home on my salary? Do I want to get divorced? Can I get passed hating you? Hating the OW/OM? Better yet, I’m going to blame everything on the OW/OM and the wayward spouse.

Are they sleeping together? Yes

Having sex? Yes.

Is it good? Not really, but they are going to fake their way back into it. And worse, the betrayed spouse doesn’t want him/her touching her. But they are going to fuck away the memories of the OW/OM. Too bad it doesn’t work that way. Why? Because once you’re in the affair, it’s more than the sex. That’s why the sex is so great.

Is your MM/MW telling their spouse that they are calling you? No. In fact, they are saying that you are dogging them, wont leave them alone and that they keep asking you to respect that request to leave them to work on the mess they’ve created.

Are they happy? Ha ha ha. Unless they are without conscience, no they are not. Are they struggling to find themselves again? Yes, they are.

My xMM wrote to his W that he had “done a stupid thing” and was very sorry. Yeah, a stupid thing is leaving the milk on the counter over night, not a 3 year long affair. He sent an “apology” email to his mother-in-law asking her for forgiveness. (Was he fucking her too?) I loved reading that one.

I wonder, as I sit here, that the lies flowed so easily from my xMM/BF to his w for more than 3 years, that he was able to “cover his tracks” for over 3 years, that if given the opportunity, would he do the same thing to me? Could he do the same thing to me? I recently came across an email that he had sent to a woman that I questioned their relationship/friendship (I blogged about it). The email was in the “trash” folder. The knowledge festered in my brain until I confronted him. (I was on his computer, helping him with a legal matter, deleted my memo and had to go into the “trash” folder to retrieve it. Wow! What a lot of information is in there.) When I asked him whether he would have told me about it had I not seen it, he said “no”. Hmmmm, a lie by omission is as much a lie. Needless to say, I was a bit shaken. I didn’t care that she had contacted him (well, a little), or that he had responded back (well, a little.) What sent me into a rage was that he hadn’t told me she had contacted him and would have continued to lie to me. It felt like he was hiding her from me, the way he hid me from is w. Not that extreme, but you get the point. Once a liar . . .

So, ask yourself, when you’re wondering about would have, could have, should have and what if’s, do you feel lucky? Well do you, punk?

733 Days

= 17592 Hours
= 1055520 Minutes
= 63331200 Seconds

It has been 2 years and 3 days since my D-Day of December 9, 2009. I remember every single second of it, like childbirth. Where I was, what I was doing, the blood pounding in my head and throughout my body, and how time stood still. It was like a slow motion movie, where life continued on around me, but I was frozen, in my own cocoon. Part of the picture yet completely removed. I remember coming across another blogger who had put a clock app on his iPhone (RBM 🙂 ) that showed how much time had elapsed since he had entered the realm of no-contact; and another blogger (AOW) who had a running calendar of days since d-day, no contact, last kiss, etc. I felt that I was ‘healing’ when I could no longer remember those critical days and the amount of time that had elapsed. After all, we say that time heals all wounds. But does it? Do you ever forget? I remember asking another blogger (TVExplorer) if you ever really get over it and he simply replied that you think about it less and less. Not really the answer I was looking for. And who would have thought that 733 days after my d-day I would have the answer.

This time of year depresses me. I think it always had. The forced joviality, happiness, togetherness. The expectations put on making everything “just so” with family and friends. Nothing ever lives up to those expectations or re-adjusted childhood memories. Does Disney have a license on brainwashing? I was one of the “lucky ones” that had d-day further ruin my December holiday time. My xMM’s w called me on 12/9 to share with me her new found knowledge; xMM called me on 12/14 to tell me of his exile and then we silently slipped into no-contact. Holiday parties, Christmas, xMM’s birthday – all came and went – with no-contact. And that was 2 years ago.

What I learned after the fact still hurts me and still makes me angry. xMM wrote a confessional letter to his w about all of the horrible things he did (me) and how much he loved her, their life, how much he needed her, and would work tirelessly to restore her trust in him; how MM was the one who blocked me from his Facebook page, his cell phone, his home phone, his other social networking sites (but, he would whine, that he didn’t have a choice); how MM was berated over and over, but was “allowed” to return to the loving fold of his w on 12/26, his birthday; the marriage counseling, the trip to the Caribbean, staying in the hotel he and I always stayed in . . . The list seems to go on and on and on.

Why can’t I let it go? There are days when I’m fine and I don’t think about anything having to do with the past, and then . . .**THWACK** something reminds me (like Christmas) and the pain, anger and hurt are there again.

This will be our second “outed” December together. Last year, xMM went to Florida with his kids, to his parents’ house. I was only allowed to meet them for a quick bite the day before they left. MM wanted everything to be “just right” and once again, took all of the advice as to how to make that happen from others. This year, we’re going to spend Christmas and his birthday together – all of us – kids included – at his house.

We had talked about “the tree” this year. One of the symbols of his married life that haunted me and over which I would obsess. Did they buy the tree, did they decorate the tree, was it a perfect little family time fit for a Hallmark card all the while he would text me, call me, email me. This year his children were hurt that their mother (now the x-W) bought a tree without them, but with her new BF. I spoke to my BF/xMM and offerred to join them for the tree buying, decorating escapade and xMM didn’t say anything to me until this past Friday, that they were going tree shopping on Sunday, which they did. Needless to say, I was hurt. I don’t want to speak to him. So I haven’t. The fucking tree. Now I’m going to hate the fucking tree because I’m so good at transferrance.

So 2 years, 0 months and 3 days after D-day, the answer is . . . drumroll, please . . .

As a single mother, I find that I have a different perspective on things. What I want, what I am willing to settle for, what I need, what I want for my children. While these seem like basic things, when you do them alone, all the time, they take on different importance.

I always felt, and certainly always told my friends, that even when I was married, I was a single mother. I worked a full time job (outside the home), and then had to deal with the kids – homework, baths, cleaning up their rooms, food shopping, making dinner, laundry, doctor’s appointments, dentist appointments, lessons, after school activities. The list was endless. Except when it wasn’t. When a bulb blew out in the kitchen, my ex-husband would run to the store to get a new one and change it. (Of course he was eager to get out of the house so he could get high in the car. Did he really think that I couldn’t smell it?) When the car insurance was due, he would pay it. When the pipe in the kitchen leaked, he would get a plumber. When there was no milk at 11:00 pm, he would run to the store to buy a carton. (See light bulb excuse.) But all that notwithstanding, that meant that I didn’t have to do it. Maybe being responsible for 99.99% was difficult, but there are days when being responsible for 100% is close to impossible.

I spent last Sunday with my younger daughter and a friend of mine going shopping. I can’t afford to buy anything for anyone since I am now starting my 8th month of unemployment despite all efforts to get a job and starting my own business has been rough going, to say the least. But child number 2 needed new sneakers, a dress, and generally some things to make her feel normal. My girlfriend picked us up from the train station and en route to the outlet mall (where else) she called her husband to remind him to go food shopping. She had left the list on the counter, but needed to add a case of Gatorade. The call was on speaker and they discussed what he would buy for dinner and perhaps grill when she got home. Hmmm, dinner was not even on my radar at 11:45am. She hung up with her husband, looked at me with tears in her eyes, bemoaning the plight of being a single mother and how hard SHE has it. HUH??? It’s a good thing I love her or I might be writing this post from jail, although I’m hard pressed to believe that a true jury of my peers (SINGLE MOTHERS) would ever convict me. I tried to tell her that as difficult as she thought she had things, she has a job and she has a partner, someone willing to help out, maybe not to the extent she wanted, but from my vantage point, any help is a lot of help. She complained about the fact that if she hadn’t written the shopping list, he wouldn’t know what to buy. (So what?!?!?!) That if she didn’t tell him which store to go to, he would go to the “other one.” (Again, so what?!?!?!) That, worst of all, if she didn’t call in an hour, he would be taking a nap and get to the store late. (Really? That’s worth complaining about?? He’s going to make sure he gets to the store because he certainly doesn’t want to incur her wrath.)

On the up-side, she has his co-parenting (he was one the that took their kid to their afternoon game so she could go shopping); she has his pay check (directly deposited into their joint checking account); she has help around the house (as limited as she might think it is); she has his company at night, on weekends, on vacations, at the soccer field, at the parent teacher conferences, when she’s sick, on her birthday, etc., etc. And yet . . . she complains often. And seems unhappy in her marriage. And talks about the lack of sex. Crying over lunch the other day, she told me that at least she has her husband, who loves her and will never leave her. How does she know that? Why is she so confident of that? I was surprised. And a bit jealous. Happily ever after is not what it sounds like to me.

Things with my ex-MM/BF have been pretty good lately – normal, almost. The distance is difficult sometimes, the same stupid issues pop up and out of my mouth, but what I’ve come to see is that, as a single mother, there are other people who have plenty to say about things that are none of their business.

My children, for example, feel that they are entitled to say anything they want about anything they want. They like him; they don’t like him; he annoys them, they annoy him; they want him to come over, they don’t want him to come over; the list is endless and impossible to follow for any rhyme or reason. The worst part is they like to share their negative feelings with my mother. While I’m close with my mother, after years and years of therapy, I recognize her for what she is what her weaknesses are. I have spent most of my life acting or reacting to my mother, seeking her approval. I dated boys she thought were nice to please her and dated boys she hated to spite her. As an adult she never really liked my more serious boyfriends. My ex-husband, being a sociopathic narcissist was charming and my parents initially liked him. When they no longer liked him, I stayed married to him. When my parents told me to divorce him, I stayed longer, to spite them. And in the end, ended up hurting myself. Not the smartest thing to do, but healthy that I now see it for what it was.

So my mother has had plenty to say about ex-MM/BF. He’s not rich. Well, my ex-husband makes a boat load of money (thanks to me) – should I have stayed with him? My ex-MM/BF lives too far away. Well, that’s an issue sometimes, but that’s MY problem, not hers. x-MM/BF’s kids have problems/issues and they shouldn’t be my issues. Well, I love my kids to death, but when someone lives in glass houses they shouldn’t throw stones. But, he is kind, he’s gentle, he’s decent. He’s kind to my children, my friends, my parents. He’s decent and welcoming to everyone in my life. He is not mean, cruel, judgemental, divisive, selfish, narcissistic, hurtful. And yes, we fight. And yes there’s some hurt still there that needs to be worked on. But BF bought my daughter a birthday present 2 weeks before her birthday, after thinking about it for weeks and well ahead of my purchase (which I have still to make.) BF bakes cookies with my younger daughter because she asks him, and he’s never too tired to do it. He walks the dog without me asking; fixes the clogged drain without me asking; changes the light bulb without me asking; buys milk without me asking.

After 46 years, my mother asked me if she could fix me up with the son of a friend of hers. He just got divorced. He’s supposedly good-looking, smart, rich, etc. She asked me this after having spent a weekend with me and x-MM/BF. Really mom??? Are you kidding??? And as an aside, that never happened.

So, full circle once again. Where was I May 10, 2010? I have to go back and re-read what I wrote because I’m so good at forgetting so many things that hurt me. So after reading and reading (which put me in a horrible mood) a year ago, xMM came to my town, after his w retained a divorce attorney, to see me and spend a weekend with me, to be seen in public with me as a couple, not a secret. I was excited. I was hurt. Interesting how the re-reading makes all of those feelings come alive again, swirling around in my head and my heart. It’s difficult to believe that it has been more than a year that we have a been a “public couple.” And yet, there are plenty of people we know that don’t know about us. There are times when I get angry that he tells people we’re together and angry when he doesn’t say anything. It is all a constant discussion. As he left the business that we were in together, there are still people who don’t even know that he got divorced, let alone that we’re together. And the feedback has been mixed. Some of my work “friends” have told me that while he’s a nice guy, he’s not really the one for me; and some have said that they knew all along that he is my soul-mate, my “meant to be.” I don’t share the hesitant comments with him. That would just be hurtful.

Mother’s day was a couple of weekends ago, already. xMM/BF wanted to see his son’s little league game on Saturday at 2pm. He told me days before that he wanted to come and spend the weekend, then refused to talk about plans for the weekend when he learned of the game and passive/aggressively let me know that he was meeting his friend for drinks on Friday evening. I don’t care that he wanted to see the game, I care that he couldn’t come clean about it at the time he learned of it. Worse, he was talking about coming to my town after the game. He wouldn’t get to me until 8pm at the earliest. I finally relented and said that I would rather spend some time with him than no time. Until Friday when his friend invited him to a basketball game and he told me he wanted to go – worse – he said “forgive me for wanting to go.” I told him that after all we had discussed I was more than disappointed that he wasn’t coming to see me; incensed by his rude remark and that I would see him in a couple of weeks. The fighting was mean and vicious. In a calmer moment, I told him to go to the game, it was a playoff game. I also told him not to come to see me after the game or the following day. He came anyway. I was furious and I was happy.

He climbed into bed with me on Sunday morning, looked me in the eye and said that he wants to make this permanent, that he wants to marry me and that we should get engaged. If I’ve told him once, I’ve told him a thousand times that I don’t want to get married again. My last marriage was horrible. We have a good thing. Why fuck it up by getting married?

He told his kids that we’re going to get married some day. I have avoided discussing this with my kids. They don’t want me to get married. And they don’t want me to marry him. While I hear what they’re saying, I don’t care all that much. I’ve spent too much of my life acting/reacting to what others say and worrying what others think. This time, no matter what I do, it will be my decision.

x-MM/BF and I had our tarot cards read this weekend. I love doing that kind of stuff (although I’m ashamed to admit it). He went to the bathroom and the card reader looked at me and said that she saw I was unsure – should I be with him or not be with him and that I was leaning towards the latter. I was surprised. How did she know? I know what you’re thinking – you can read/see anything you want when you listen to these “fortune tellers.” And no, she hasn’t won the lottery with her ‘gift.’ Hmmm, food for thought. Then during BF’s card reading, she said that she was surprised we weren’t engaged yet. WTF??? Happily ever after? Are you kidding?

Life goes on. We read. We write. We’re happy. We hurt. And yet, we’re lucky enough to wake up in the morning – no matter the emotional condition. We agonize over that. We ache for what could have, should have been, but isn’t or isn’t what we thought, what we wanted, what we imagined. Be careful what you wish you for. I no longer have enough fingers to count the number of times I’ve thought it, said it and felt it.

I started this post a month ago, and as I’ve re-read the following, it is relevant today too, so I’ll keep it and add from there.

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So here I am. 3/17/2011. A year ago today, MM was with his (ex) wife, back from a weekend in Mexico, celebrating her 40th birthday because the spa certificate wasn’t good enough for her and she had posted pictures of her “awesome 40th” on Facebook extolling the great time they had; MM sent me emails during the weekend talking about how much sleep he was getting as he hadn’t been feeling well during the week (liar); MM and I had plans to get together unbeknownst to anyone but us — the first time since 12/4/09 on 3/18/10. And let’s not forget that he couldn’t see me or speak with me, publicly that is, while he was “working through things.” It still burns me to think about that. At what point will I be able to let it go? Will I ever be able to let it go? I don’t know the answer to that.

So, a year ago tomorrow, MM and I were meeting at a diner halfway between where he lives and where I live. He wasn’t wearing his wedding band for the first time ever with me (ah, the fucking ring 😉 ) and despite all the water under the bridge, it felt like no time had passed. I burned with anger, with passion, with resolve. I wanted to slap him, kiss him, kill him, make love to him. The day after our meeting, he told his wife that he wanted to separate. She agreed. He felt guilty. I can relive every second, every feeling, every thought as if it were yesterday. Yet it a year ago.

Tomorrow, MM/BF is coming to my town and bringing his kids, for the weekend. Quite the dichotomy. I was speaking to MM/BF’s son this evening and he asked me when I was going to be his step mother. He told me that he would like that very much. He thinks that I’m nice. That was sweet. I told him that I think he’s nice too. I can’t answer his question.

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MM/BF has been having panic attacks lately. About money, life, stress, work, etc. Bad enough that when he was here, the attack was so bad that we went to the emergency room of a local hospital. Nothing like sitting in a psych ward on a Sunday. He walked out with a couple of prescriptions and with a warning to see his doctor.

Yes, the stress of the past year has gotten to him. In fact, the stress of the past 45 years has finally caught up with him. No big surprise. I confess that I find it difficult to garner sympathy for someone having a panic attack. Why can’t you just “psych yourself out of it?” I know that’s not possible, but I wonder about it none the less.

The stress: about getting fired, getting caught, getting hired, getting fired, getting divorced. Boo hoo. I’ve been under a lot of stress too and haven’t had panic attacks. Why not? Where do they come from? Why can’t he control them? Why do I always have to be the strong one? Why do I have to take care of everything?

MM/BF came to my town, with his kids, for most of their spring break. I got to see first hand, for an extended period of time, how he deals with life. Quite interesting to say the least. I was the one that disciplined his kids; I was the one that made the daily decisions – what to do, where to go, what to eat, when to bathe, etc., etc. As for his kids – MM/BF and I had a long, painful conversation. What I said to him was – you moved out in December 2010, your kids did not become this way in 4 months. You had 11 years in the same house with them and your now ex-w. Where were you as a father? Where were you as a parent? What were you doing? What were you thinking about? It wasn’t a good conversation. He cried. I didn’t comfort him. We all live with the choices and decisions we make. Luckily with children, every day is a chance to change and make a difference. Why didn’t it bother him that he didn’t have a co-parent or a partner to help him parent? Why did he completely abdicate control? If your wife was spanking the kids and you didn’t approve, why did you allow it to happen, no matter how often or infrequently? Why didn’t you stop her? Why did you just shrug your shoulders and look the other way? Parenting is hard work and while rewarding, isn’t always fun. You don’t get to be “uncle daddy” and think that everything is going to be okay.

I sat his kids down, with my younger kid as there was some fighting going on. We had a “talk it out” that I conducted in a fairly strict or rigid way – giving everyone a chance to speak, to not speak over the other person and for all of us to come up with a solution. It was successful.

MM/BF told his shrink that he had spent his adult life and his parenting life married to someone who was not an adult, someone who could never have controlled the situation and done what I had done. Enough bashing of the ex-w. What I want to know is — where was he? What was he doing?

I don’t want to be a parent to his kids. It’s exhausting enough parenting my own as a single mother. It’s hard enough stressing out about work (or lack thereof), my ex’s bad behavior, unemployment without worrying about him. I’m tired.

MM/BF and I are in the same niche industry. He recently applied for a job that I would have liked to apply for. I gratuitously told him to go ahead, even though he has a job and I don’t. Without thinking about how this would really effect me, he went ahead and applied. I have vacillated about submitting my own application. I spoke to him about it and he told me to apply and that he didn’t mind. I don’t see a good outcome out of that application. In fact, the only positive outcome I see is for him not to get the job. If we both applied and I got it, he would resent me; if he got, I would resent him. If I don’t apply and he gets it, I will forever wonder – what if. It’s not a good position to be in. I’m losing sleep over it. What if?

Ok, so I’ve been having some issues with trust lately – hence my last post. And I have a cold which is exacerbating everything. But tonight was one of those evenings that if I didn’t write about it, would just fester in my head. It’s been a couple of days (honestly more time than that) since I’ve been struggling with how much I can or really want to trust my ex-MM/BF. The issue with his parents is galling and has been gnawing at me for a long time, which caused the eruption on the phone the other day but the precipitating cause was different.

A couple of years ago, MM was traveling to another state on business. He was with a couple of vendors. One of them invited a woman friend to join them, which she did. The next thing I knew, MM had “friended” her on Facebook. He likes to amass people on his friend list. Interestingly, he develops a relationship with her where they speak. How do I know? Because he told me that he shared some sage advice I had given him with her, and how smart he sounded. I wasn’t really happy about that then. Of course, the old maxim “once a cheater, always a cheater” played on a loop in my head.

Then she shows up on his business networking contact list and thinks nothing of asking him to help a “friend of hers” find a job. None of this makes me too happy, and I tell him that I don’t really understand the need he has to be her friend. He tells me that I’m foolish to worry, there’s nothing going on, he loves me, blah, blah, blech! So I let it go. OF course the absurdity is that he’s married and sleeping with me. What’s to say that he wouldn’t be with someone else? Once a cheater . . .

I subsequently learned that she was getting divorced through a posting on Facebook. (Ah, isn’t that just the way of the world these days.) And still, I don’t say anything, don’t mention anything. Flash forward to Thanksgiving 2010. MM is in the midst of his divorce, we’re a “couple” and his joining me and my family for the holiday. I don’t know why he’s passed me his blackberry, but I see that he was texting this woman as he was driving up to be with me. I said that I was surprised he was speaking with her and he makes to reach for his blackberry which I give to him saying that there must be plenty to hide if he doesn’t want me to see it. (Of course, the last time he had his blackberry taken from him and read – his wife learned a whole heap o’shit!) He tells me that he has nothing to hide and tells me to read the texts. And they are in the order of him giving her his new cell phone number, telling her to call him because he’s in the car for a few hours going upstate, but at no time does he mention that he’s coming to see ME!! The emails have to do with how hard the holidays are when you’re single/getting divorced and he empathizes, but doesn’t say that he’s not alone! I was furious! I tell him that I don’t quite understand the “need” he has for this “friendship” and that I would like him to not be friends with her. I can think of only one other time that I ever asked that of anyone (shockingly it was him) and that was from a work situation. He refused. He told me that I was over-reacting and that there was nothing going on. I told him that’s how I felt, and that there were men that I was friendly with that made him uncomfortable that I was no longer friends with or had limited “work only” contact with. Once a cheater. . . Not to mention, that for the most part, men don’t often want to be “just friends” with women. And if in fact that’s what happens . . . we all know how emotional relationships/friendships/affairs move to the physical.

Then 2 days ago he posts something on facebook to which she commented. And I thought it was more “intimate” than it should have been. When I asked him, he told me that he only spoke with her about his ex-w so she meant it as a reference to her. I told him that I was done. First he tells me she knows all about me, but not my name, then he says that they only spoke about his ex-w, then he doesn’t ever remember his stories or keep them straight. This was what precipitated the fight about his parents, about this woman. I told him that I wanted him to unfriend her which of course led to the comment that if I didn’t trust him, then we have bigger issues. Yup. He’s right. We have bigger issues. Yup. He’s right. I don’t trust him.

Tonight. Ah, tonight. x-MM/BF was hosting his daughter’s slumber birthday party. WOW. My kids would rather not have a party if their only choice was to be with their father, but his daughter ASKED him to host it. (I guess he’s not all bad. 😉 ) They were going to a hibachi restaurant first and then the girls were going to come over. He learns in the late afternoon that his daughter has asked his ex-W to come to the restaurant. (I’m sure it played out differently than that, since his daughter got her ‘nails and hair’ done with his ex-mother-in-law today, I have a feeling it went something like: mommy’s so sad that you didn’t ask her to come to your party today – that the kid was guilted into asking her.) And of course, the ex-w said yes. Really?! What a shock. So these were the texts:

Him: Heading out. I’m a little stressed. Daughter asked mother to be at the restaurant. Not psyched about that. Look fwd. to getting back home with the girls.

Me: You’ll be fine. In the future, u need to be clear with daughter. Not to mention ex-w should have said no.

Him: I feel shitty. I can be the best dad in the world, but a dad can’t compte with a mom.

Me: Not true. Ever. Don’t say that. She’s playing u. U need to set the rules. Besides, daughter wanted to have her party with YOU!!! I’m sure her grandmother said: mommy is so sad that she wasn’t invited . . .

Him: I wish u were here 🙂

Me: Next year. And I wont let you be manipulated.

Him: Ok

Me: Did ex-W show up?

Him: Yes

Me: Ugh. She’s horrible. Tell her you expect that she pay for herself.

Him. She’s paying half, so that’s good. She’s all chatty and social with the couple at the end of the table. What’s up with that? Daughter asked her to be here and wanted her here and she’s not even talking to her. I feel shitty. Haven’t said a word to her.

Me: You should have told daughter that it was your party for her that mom can do another one.

Him: Just noticed that didn’t have dinner, just a drink. What’s up with that? She told son that she was having dinner later. What the f?

10 mins and I hadn’t responded and he says: R u there?

Me: Yes, I’m here. Always. helping my daughter clean her room. Ex-w is disgusting & cruel. She’s pathetic in the truest sense of the everything. She’s all alone with her misery & herpes. If she was so happy, she wouldn’t be putting on a frenetic show for everyone. Very sad. It’s all a facade. She doesn’t have and has never had any friends.

Him: I feel like the antisocial one. I’ve been paying attn to son and taking pics of the girls. She’s chattering on with the couple sitting at the end of the table like she’s Ms. Popularity. And the kids are still paying attn to her. Oh, and she’s dressed and perfumed for her date.

Me: It’s a show with her costume and makeup. If she were happy she wouldn’t behave like that. She wouldn’t try so hard to convince everyone that everything was great. And the sad truth is, but for her mother and the match.com guy who gave her herpes, she has no one.

Him: Who knows. I feel bad. She just took off – overheard the guy tell her to have fun at her dinner party.

Me: Really???????? Who knows?????????? Come on.

Him: I don’t know. Maybe she has a whole bunch of friends now.

Me: Quick. If you run after her, I bet you can still catch her.

For me, that was the final straw. I couldn’t “listen” to the whiney, pathetic, whoa is me, drivel. Shit. If you want to be with her, be with her. Stop your fucking whining already!!!! I couldn’t take it. He called me as soon as he got the kids home and I blasted him. I’m not the one to make him feel better about his divorce! Are you insane!!!! All of sudden his ex-W is dressed up going out, lying about where and with whom and what??? He feels sorry for himself? Boo fucking hoo. I was yelling at him on the phone. He wanted me to make him feel better about the father/mother dichotomy, he said. No, he wanted me to make him feel better that his ex-w was going out and he was stuck home, that she was pretending to be something that she wasn’t and never was, because it would make him jealous that she was NEVER that way with him. She wins! Again!!! When they were discussing the divorce, she must have told him a million times, that she wasn’t interested in dating, that she’s a homebody and that she was just going to get her life in order. Yeah, right. She was on match.com before she even filed for divorced. She may be a homebody, but she doesn’t want to be alone, like her mother.

So, x-MM/BF and I finished up our discussion with him saying that he wanted me to be supportive, to which I responded that I had been VERY supportive, but the pity party was more than I could take and I had reached my threshold of stupidity for the evening.

Let’s call it what it is. I’m not there to make you feel better about your divorce. I’m the reason for it. I’m not going to make you feel better about your ex-wife having a life. Good. I hope she does and leaves you alone. (Of course, I’ve been wishing that my ex-H would get a life and leave me alone, take me out of his cross-hairs). I have talked endlessly about what a good father, parent he is and marveled at this daughter wanting to do her party at his home. I’m tired. I’m exhausted. I’m sick.

It’s been about a month or so since last I wrote. Funny how time flies or stands still depending on where you are. I remember when I was in the thick of my affair, the time I spent with MM would fly by, yet days would drag until we saw each other next. Time seemed to stand completely still after d-day. Every minute that I didn’t hear from him seemed a lifetime, ever day an eternity, until a week had gone by, a month.

My ex-MM/BF took his 10 year old daughter to her school’s father-daughter dance 2 weeks ago. He was talking to one of the other fathers while the girls “group danced” with each other. The other father said to him that it was probably the biggest collection of people in one room who couldn’t stand their spouses but were too lazy to do anything about it. MM told me that he responded, rather superciliously, that he found that sad and that he replied that he was determined to not be one of them. My, how well he can re-write history! My oh my, how willing he was to be one of them! How sad and depressed he was when he realized that he wasn’t going to be one of them! He then pondered aloud to this father, how sad it would be to live such an unfulfilling life and what do these people do when they are empty-nesters. I speculated that they’ve already lived such separate lives to that point, that nothing much changes.

We talked about a man that we know who has been married to the same woman for more than 20 years, who refers to his wife as a room-mate. Yup, that’s what happens. That guy goes out to dinner with “colleagues” and friends all the time and leaves the “Mrs.” at home. And when he is home, he’s having a bottle of wine, a cigar, a glass of cognac and TV. I have no doubt that he’s had a number of affairs and may have even been in love with a few of them, but always returned home, to his empty, hollow, life. Why? I recently read another blogger’s posting and he hit the nail on the head when he said “comfortably numb” is the existence you have. I think that’s sad. I’ve always thought that was sad. It goes hand in hand with the notion that “inaction is as much a choice as action.”

Of course my marriage was not anywhere close to “comfortably numb.” It was excruciating and coming to the decision that I would rather be alone and poor, than spend 1 more second with him was a difficult but necessary one. My AFFAIRS made my marriage “bearable” or “comfortably numb.” Maybe that’s what they do – make a mediocre or bad situation tolerable. Without those affairs, what does everyone have? A spouse that they don’t much care for? That they are no longer, if ever, connected to? Someone they married at a time in their lives because that was the “right thing” to do and what everyone else expected? What lessons do we teach our children? I, for one, would never take the moral high ground. The one thing I can say for sure is that when I cheated on my ex-H, it made me feel alive, loved, wanted, beautiful, desirable. It was an escape from the rotten marriage. It “enabled” me to continue in it because all of my needs were being met elsewhere and my ex-h made a good living.

As the OW, my affair helped me get over a bad period in my life – ending my marriage. What happened was I hadn’t expected to fall in love with my MM, just use him for sex, use him for the way he made me feel and then move on.

My ex-MM/BF and I were driving from his home to my home on Saturday. I was so tired, I had to close my eyes. We were talking about his unfailing need to “always do right” by everyone, that he’s a pleaser and I was so sick and tired of this conversation that I told him: Yeah, you wanted to do right by everyone but me. And he replied: By everyone but ME. I was surprised to hear him say that. He then said, that today, he is a completely different person than he was a year + ago. He then said, through therapy, counseling, reading and me, he has changed. But then he said something to the effect that if his ex-W hadn’t found his blackberry with all of our texts, it is possible that we wouldn’t be together now as he had been incapable of “hurting” anyone, but that he couldn’t fathom that everyone could in fact survive and thrive if he ended his marriage. Funny, I reminded him that at our last in person conversation before d-day, I told him that I was done with our relationship, yes, I would let it peter out, but having signed my divorce papers I was going to focus on meeting someone who was available to me – that essentially MM had served his purposes and I was done. He then asked if we could be friends, to which I laughed and said no. He then told me that he loves me, wants to be with me but his kids are young, his house is “under water,” he’s unemployed (we all know the drill and litany of excuses). I told him that I didn’t care what his excuses were and that if I were around when he sorted everything out, then I would be there and if not, too bad for him. He asked me what he should do. He asked me whether I was asking him to leave his wife. I said – I’m not going to tell you what to do; I’m telling you what I’m GOING to do. Then, 4 days later, we’re chatting on Skype, he’s wearing headphones so he can’t hear anything around him, and loudly proclaims that he loves me, misses me and can’t wait to see me. “Unbeknownst to him” his mother in law is in the hall eavesdropping, tells her daughter that she suspects MM is having an affair and then . . . we’re off to the races. I told MM as we were driving in the car, that he exploded his life. He couldn’t be honest with his W then, or the year before, or the year before that and tell her that he wanted to leave, that he was in love with someone else, BUT he didn’t want to lose me and knew that I was preparing to leave him. So, he swallowed a grenade. ****Kaboom**** Shit flew everywhere and decisions were made that didn’t involve him. In his fear at what he had done, he retreated. And yet, he was never remorseful. Yes, he wrote that letter. Yes, he told me we couldn’t speak. Yes, he “unfriended” me. Yes, he took my call. Yes, he called me and called me and emailed me and told me he loves. Until . . .

Well, here we are today. I’ve read lots of my cyber friends’ blogs talking about deleting emails, texts, etc., from their x-MM/MW/AP and while I have even given that advice, CAN’T DO IT. And I read them, re-read them and re-re-read them. Will someone come to my home and press “delete”? The worst part is how horrible I feel when I read them. How stupid I feel. How used. And the list goes on. The worst part is how they conjure up the hurt all over again. The unanswered questions, the pleading, fighting, suppressed anger. I’m right there all over again. Like deja vu. 🙂

So – flash forward to Valentine’s Day. And yes, I’ve read everyone else’s accounting. Man, I burn for you all. My anger is raw, unrestrained for you all. When will I stop seeing myself as the “OW” but as the girlfriend? The significant other? The partner? And maybe, if I can tolerate it, the wife?

We went to an “intimacy workshop” for couples. And it wasn’t about sex, but about connecting, becoming and staying more connected. The class was given by someone ex-MM/BF knows as a Dojo but who is schooled in other far east schoolings and his partner happens to be a tantra goddess. What he said was without trust you can’t have intimacy. I froze. The “exercise” was to look into your partner’s eyes and radiate the feelings of love you have. I leaned over and asked my ex-MM/BF: “Does Sensei know about us? How we met? How we came to be? Where you were? Where you’ve come from?” And he said: Yes. Trust. So elusive. A word we all throw around without thinking. TRUST. Do I trust him? That’s HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!! As I re-re-read my old emails between me and MM, the word “trust” comes up all the time. After d-day, the texts and emails talk about “trust” – specifically – do I trust him to do the right thing by me? Do I trust that we are ‘meant to be?’; do I trust that our love is strong enough to get over the obstacles that might confront us?

Funny, that word. Trust.

I had affairs during my marriage. Trust. I needed those affairs because I had a shitty marriage. I needed those affairs to help me get over the humps of my life. Some were emotional. Some were physical. And some were both. I had this last affair with MM because I needed HIM. Trust. He had an affair. Trust. He sent me a no contact letter. Trust? And we talked about trusting each other, trusting our feelings, etc. Trust. It’s something we always talk about but something that’s so elusive/

MM and I fell in love during the tenure of his marriage. Trust

He followed the wishes of his “now ex-W” and there was no contact. Trust

He hurt me. Trust

I wonder if I can get past it.

We spoke last night. I’ve been writing this post for days – starting and stopping; reading and re-reading it and my old emails, chats, texts, etc. It puts me in a horrible mood. I’m afraid to hit the “delete” button and don’t know why. And I told him that last night. What angered me, and what has been bubbling in my brain is that he’s going to Florida to see his parents instead of spending the extra time with me. What angered me was that he doesn’t defend me to them, that he acts as if I don’t exist when he’s there, that they act as if I don’t exist. His response was that he’s had this relationship with them his whole life, and pre-dated me, and he can’t change it. I was furious – I told him that of course he can change it, he just choose not to. You’re an adult, I told him, act like one. If your parents can’t be respectful of you, what is it you hope to get from them? And if you can’t defend me to them, then I don’t want a relationship with you. I refuse to be a secret. And make no mistake, I told him, I wont stick around.

While this has been a horrible year for me, and yes, I cried again tonight over all the mistakes I’ve made and all the fears I have for tomorrow – all the “should haves, could haves, would haves” – I am thankful for all of you. You are all my silver lining to my rain cloud. The past year + 22 days was unimaginable to me in 2009, 2008 and earlier, yet here we all are. I hope, for all of us, that 2011 will bring some peace, some respite from the pain. I, for one, know that not being alone has been healing and cathartic. To find a world out there of people who understand me, my pain and my experience, selfishly makes me feel better. I am thankful to you all. I read your blogs and I know you read mine. I could not have made it without you, and that’s the truth.

My wish for 2011 for all of US (non-denominationally):

God, grant us the…

Serenity to accept things we cannot change,

Courage to change the things we can, and the

Wisdom to know the difference

Patience for the things that take time

Appreciation for all that we have, and

Tolerance for those with different struggles

Freedom to live beyond the limitations of our past ways, the

Ability to feel your love for us and our love for each other and the

Strength to get up and try again even when we feel it is hopeless

Happy New Year to all of my friends. Without you, I would not have made it and for that, I am thankful and grateful for each and every one of you.

As my father would say: Good bye 2010, don’t let the door knob hit you, where the good Lord split you. 🙂

MM has an interim separation agreement and is working on the first draft of his final divorce agreement. He had conciliation (like mediation) and court last week and he and his soon-to-be-ex-wife reached an agreement. I can’t believe it. A little more than a year ago, (376 days ago, but who’s counting) as I’ve been blogging, was d-day; 12/14/09 was the last day we spoke until January 21, 2010. I can’t believe what has transpired in a year. I can’t believe when I think of that time, it STILL takes my breath away and I can’t breathe. I still can’t believe the hurt and yet, MM had conciliation on Monday, December 13 and then drove 4 hours to come to see me. We were together on 12/14 and I thought about where we were last year . . . but I said nothing.

We’ve been talking about Christmas and New Year’s eve. He has agreed with his w that she would have the kids for Thanksgiving and he would have them for Christmas – starting Christmas eve through the end of the week. He has asked me to bring my kids to his state for the Christmas. I’ve waffled about it especially because my kids are tepid to cold on the idea. He called me Wednesday, after his shrink appointment, to tell me that his therapist thinks it’s not a good idea. There is certainly a part of me that agrees but I was angry. We talked about it and I got angrier. We decided to wait until we were together this past weekend to discuss it further. He had mentioned, as I previously blogged, that he was considering going to his parents in Florida for either Christmas or New Year’s which engendered some bad feelings from me. I tried, unsuccessfully to keep them at bay. The reason: historically MM, his W and kids would go to Florida from the day after Christmas (which happens to be his birthday) until New Year’s day. Since 2007 we have emailed, texted, spoke while he was there and I was in my hometown. Last year, he was “exiled” to Florida – without w or kids for 2 or 3 weeks (we still haven’t talked about what happened, and not sure when/if we will) and yet, he couldn’t/didn’t speak, email or text me while he was there. I emailed him; I texted him. My phone was blocked; my emails were blocked. I want to vomit when I think about that time and how I felt.

Finally, we are able to be together on his birthday and on New Year’s and he’s talking to me about FLORIDA!!!!!! He’s telling me that he agrees with his therapist and Christmas isn’t good so he’s going to Florida!!!! No discussion about his birthday, no discussion about meeting his kids, no discussion about how we’re going to do that. Oh yeah – he thinks that sometime in January he’s going to bring his kids to my home and stay for the weekend. That’s how he is going to introduce us. ARE YOU KIDDING?!?!?! I wanted to slap him. I wanted to use his head for baseball practice. I wanted him to leave; to walk away from me; to never see him again. And for some reason, my brain lacked a filter and I told him that. I am angry and hurt. My kids know him. He stays in my apartment, he’s vacationed with us, he spent Thanksgiving with us and his kids know what about me? Nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada. He said that his therapist said that the kids would feel badly if they saw that he had a relationship with my kids. I cut him off and told him that he has no relationship with my kids – they know him, they tolerate his presence, they can co-exist but he doesn’t have a “relationship” with either one of them. It wasn’t nice of me to say, but it is true. It was also mean and hurtful for me to say it. He said to me later, in a quiet voice, that he would like to have a relationship with my kids and would I help him develop one. It broke my heart. I felt that I had won, but at the price of being vicious and cruel. Sometimes I don’t know when to stop myself.

He told me that we only get one chance to make a good impression with his kids and he wants to do it the right way. I told him, that no matter what he hopes, I have no illusion that between his soon-to-be-ex-wife and her mother, that the kids will not want to be around me, will not respect me and will forever think of me as the reason why their parents got divorced. I’m the whore, the bad guy, the reason. I also told him that his reluctance to introduce me or talk to his kids about me, makes me wonder whether he and I are going to have a relationship down the road. The biggest reason not to introduce someone to your kids (and believe me I researched this up the ying yang) is that they might not be there in 6 months. Where the hell am I going? If I stuck around this long, where am I going to be in 6 months or a year from now? My best friend asked me today if I thought that I was going to marry MM, that there is no doubt in her mind that he wants to marry me, be with me forever, but I have never said the same about him. Why is that? Am I scared to do it or do I think that “marriage” and “forever” are best left for fairy tales? Meeting his kids puts me in the “forever” category. I get that. It’s not that I’ve wanted to meet them as much as I’ve wanted MM to ASK me to meet them, to beg me to meet them, to set up a meeting without me nagging. It’s not the same when you have to ask.

I know that things haven’t been ideal and now we are here – the holiday season – again. What I want is to get rid of the bad memories that are plaguing me this time of year. So many have blogged about the holidays – when you are the “other” you don’t get that time. Now I’m not the “other,” I’m actually the partner and I still feel like the “other.” While I don’t think that this is a good time to meet his kids, I want to have been asked. I wanted him to want me to meet them. I’m angry or sad that whether he did or didn’t, he said nothing until I pushed him.

I spoke to MM tonight. He has his kids. They’re both sick. His soon-t0-be-ex-wife has enrolled them in an after school program for 2 days a week at an exorbitant cost of over $1000/month. Now they’re sick. MM picked them up this afternoon and brought them to his house. He was whining that the kids are “home sick” and the home is going to be sold in less than a month. His daughter complained that the tree wasn’t big enough and not as big as the one that “mom got.” The ornaments are the old ones, and mom got new ones. So MM is sad. Depressed. And lucky me, he shares it. That’s a bit tongue in cheek – I’m glad he shares it but angry that he thinks I can be sympathetic all the time. It taps me out. It’s taking its toll on me. I can’t listen to it all the time. I don’t want to hear it anymore. I’m tired. The fight that we always have is that he sees the glass as half empty and I see it as half full. You chose how you live your life. You can choose to be happy or to be sad. He seems to make a choice that sucks the life out of me. I’m tired. Tired of always being on the receiving end of his questioning, his gloom, his sadness. I want him to call me and say, while today was hard, it was worthwhile; that he’s excited about the future, as difficult as it’s going to be. As Dr. Kelso (“Scrubs”) said: Nothing worth having is easy. And as Andrew Carnegie is accredited with saying: Anything in life worth having, is worth working for.

MM went to Florida to “stay” with his parents to think about his bad behavior and how he would feel if he were divorced. He was punished. His w punished him when she found out about us. She punished me when she found out about us.

I spoke with MM the day after d-day – what should he do, what should he say, what he was telling w about me, about us, about our relationship.

I told him not to go to Florida. He went.

I told him to speak to a lawyer so he would have a realistic idea of what “being divorced” was all about it. He went to Florida and didn’t call a lawyer.

He told me the lies he was telling his W about our relationship and asked me, that should she call me again, to corroborate them. He went to Florida, he didn’t call a lawyer and she didn’t call me again.

He called me 4 days later and then he didn’t call me again.

He went to Florida, he didn’t call a lawyer; he asked me to lie for him; he disconnected me on Facebook, business networks; he blocked my cell phone & telephone numbers, my ip address from his computer.

He asked me to be patient. He told me he missed me.

He came home; took his w to his company’s holiday party and stayed in the hotel we always stayed at; took his family to Florida in February and fucked his wife for the first time ever; and called me and texted me and told me that he loves me, misses me, needs me.

He went to marriage counseling; he told me he was trying to reconcile/to fix things at home, to fix things with everyone – but me.

He & his w sent me an email telling me that “I’m sorry I hurt you. However comma I love my wife and my family.”

He made plans to be with me then took his wife to the Caribbean for her birthday 3 days before our meeting.

He didn’t want to hurt anyone. He hurt me.

366 days after d-day and MM is getting divorced.

366 days after d-day MM went to the police to file a complaint against his w for menacing and threatening to hurt him.

366 days after d-day, MM’s w has herpes.

366 days after d-day MM has a new home that he calls “ours.”

366 days after d-day MM and I have spent my birthday together, Thanksgiving together and have planned to spend Christmas and New Year’s together.

366 days after d-day, MM isn’t wearing a wedding band.

366 days after d-day I feel that there are some issues that we still need to address; that there are still questions and unresolved hurt; that I’m still owed some apologies.

366 days after d-day is completely different than I thought it was going to be the day after d-day.